Update (9/11/18): This was originally written as a chill, no-expectations project. I had a very rough idea for where I wanted it to go with it, but I never really managed to get there before I lost my Muse.

TL;DR This fic will remain unfinished, but if there's anyone who'd like to continue this story in their own fic, please PM me so we can talk & I can include a link to it here.

A/N: So, I'd been thinking about this pairing for a while, and thought it could play out interestingly... So here it is, all a result of an outburst of instinctive writing!

Warning: No BETA. Plus, I was relatively loose with the goddess's persona and appearance, so there's that. And just so you know, it gets relatively hot in there, so...

Enjoy!

Wise Desires ~ Chapter 1: Blond Owls and Doves

"I told you to never set foot in here."

The first time they had talked – not really, she'd just never cared to notice before – and the first time she had ever tried this, Aphrodite had been more than a little reckless. Casually stepping on over to Athena's chambers, the goddess had been taken aback when her rumored half-sister growled the warning at her, not sparing a glance as she leaned over spread-out battle plans. Aphrodite all but squealed at the volume – Athena had her way of intimidation, after all – but relaxed when she recalled that no such terms had been declared between them. Amused, the strawberry blond goddess wondered who her stick-in-the-mud half-sister had been expecting at such a late hour...

"But darling," the curvy figure called in a sweet whisper, "I don't recall you telling me that at all." Aphrodite grinned as she saw Athena tense up, folding up her papers and scrolls in a hurry before they could be seen. There were no battles ahead, and yet she was planning nonetheless. She was always planning, Aphrodite mused, for one thing or another, seeing possible conflicts in the most mundane of situations. She liked that, the observer decided. She liked how well prepared Athena was; how scary of an opponent she made. It seemed to be somehow attractive...

"Aphrodite." The goddess greeted her, finally turning from her cleared tables to look at the intruder standing at her door. "What brings you here at such an hour? Never mind that, actually. Whatever it is, I'd rather it didn't exist at all." Aphrodite raised a brow at the subtle rejection that met her ears, and decided to tease her prey back in vengeance, asking whom it was the goddess had been expecting in her place. "I don't believe ever allotting that as your business to worry about, Aphrodite. And so I'd rather you didn't, really."

"Oh, but I do believe it is mine to worry about..." Aphrodite argued, her smile broadening as Athena's grimace grew wider with every step she took closer, "After all, it's very much my business to know whom I could be mistaken for. Who exactly, if she can ever exist, could ever match the alluring scent of my presence, the musical sound of my footsteps, enough to fool the wise and mighty Athena?" Athena expressed little response to the words meeting her ears, and just cast a lowly glance at the strawberry blonde making her way inside, scoffing in annoyance as she turned back towards her table. She expected not to be disturbed again and took out a few blank papers, starting anew with one theory or another.

Aphrodite wasn't quite done yet, though. No, she was far from done. Morphing her heels into silent sandals, the goddess inconspicuously made her way towards the standing blonde. A grin extended into a smirk as Aphrodite grew excited about what she was about to do. New people, especially women, especially goddesses, excited her. Standing right behind Zeus's wisest daughter, the desire-filled goddess didn't hesitate a second before she ran her hands up either sides of her alleged half-sister's waist, bringing her face close to the now-stiff figure's neck to whisper: "Though I'm not surprised you would mistaken my scent, Athena." Smirking lips caressed her ear, blowing hot breaths inside, "You are a virgin after all."

In all but a second Aphrodite was thrown onto the floor. The goddess felt the slightest of discomfort at the contact and closed her eyes briefly, expecting an inexperienced pair of lips to be attacking her own, or her neck, or perhaps other places. After all, it had only taken her this much effort to get to nearly every other deity in Olympus. When met with no soft lips on her person, however, the confused Goddess of Sex looked up to where Athena had been working previously, only to see that she still stood there. Her feet planted firmly to the ground, Athena glared at the other goddess, her voice stiff with anger. "I appreciate distance, half-sister," she fumed in a tone that sent shivers down Aphrodite's spine, "And I also appreciate privacy. Would your good grace be kind enough to grant me both? Or shall I call my father to get them granted for you?"

Athena was furious. She was worked-up. She was fuming, and her voice commanding.

And Aphrodite thought she was sexier than ever.

The goddess stayed frozen on the floor, overcome with the new wave of desire that was suddenly enveloping her. Aphrodite was usually the one evoking the desire, never feeling. Never at all had she felt blood rushing to her cheeks, clothes a bit too stuffy to keep on, or even the tingle of warning stimulated in her lower half. Desire. Yes, now she understood how irresistible it was. No one had ever given her as hard a time as this. Man or woman, virgin or slut, deity or mortal, all had succumbed to her charm. And here she'd come trying to succumb another... getting quite a different package in return. A very very desirable one indeed...

"It amazes me the resolution with which you call me your half-sister, Athena..." Aphrodite grinned from the floor, reckless excitement starting to fill her to the brim, "If I recall correctly, rumors also state I was fathered from Uranus's loins, which makes me older than your father himself..." Unfazed by the push, the goddess elegantly rose from the floor, heading for Athena once more, "Whom you should call by the way – your father, I mean – as I don't believe I can respect either of your appreciations." She'd trapped her prey now, a delicate, fair arm stationed on either side of the table, successfully cornering the blond goddess's toned body. Aphrodite wondered why Athena had obliged so easily, and gazed into her eyes to see them frozen and still in thought. Or she guessed it was thought, it could just as well be desire... she liked that idea much better, actually.

Having finally thawed the blonde, Aphrodite moved her hands to clasp a voluptuous derriere and get it all started. Before she could, however, a pair of tan hands clasped her wrists, and a calm voice – with perhaps just a hint of amusement – proposed a question, "Shall I call him for you?" For a frightful second, Aphrodite assumed the goddess spoke of her father, and terror struck her inside. Older or not in lineage, Aphrodite feared Zeus like all the sane would. But the blond goddess was not yet done with her words, and continued with some more, "You seem troubled. Shall I call Ares for you? I do believe he can be of assistance..." Aphrodite all but laughed at that, relaxing back to her reckless state as she freed her hands and wove them around Athena's neck, whispering to her that she was in need of no god. Not ever was she in need of a god... "Persephone, then?" The blonde continued, not quite getting the point – or perhaps pretending not to. "I believe she is here for another mortal month or so..." When Aphrodite shook her head at the words with an amused smirk, her waist was suddenly met with a strange new pair of hands. Her eyes widened in surprise, slowly realizing that the Goddess of Wisdom was now holding her waist. "Perhaps Artemis is free?" Athena offered yet again, smiling wide in amusement now – or desire as Aphrodite would rather interpret it. Mentioning Olympus's most hidden and clandestine affair, the goddess tilted her head and continued casually, "I'm quite sure she would enjoy your company. More than most, I have come to believe."

"I'm certain you will enjoy it ever more." Aphrodite's face glowed and her alluring scent strengthened, signaling that she was about to end the foreplay they had started. Athena knew as much, and casually whispered to ask if the goddess was sure she would – enjoy her company, that is – before she lowered her lips closer to Aphrodite's rising one. The seducer just closed her eyes and waited for lips to connect, feeling her want and anticipation increasing by the second...

And then, for the second time that day, Aphrodite was caught by complete, unprecedented surprise.

Suddenly, without a second of warning, the hands on her waist disappeared, and the neck held between her hands seemed to exist no more. She tried to pull the neck closer in confusion, but met air all the way back...

Aphrodite was outside.

Athena had just mentally kicked her outside.

"If you'd like no other, half-sister," Athena grinned at her from behind the doorway, holding the door half-closed as she relished in the surprise and confusion her fellow goddess wore, "then I suppose Hephaestus will have to suffice..." and with that, the goddess whom Aphrodite had approached for a quick junction of bodies, a goddess she had rarely ever spared a glace at before, presented the oh-so-perfect Aphrodite with her first ever rejection, leaving her stunned with a mouth gaping at the closed door...

Athena walked back to her table, feeling strange as she did. Her legs were moving against each other with a slithery nature, and the goddess could not fathom why. Instead, she chose to smile as she focused on what had just come to pass, and on the desire and lust that had filled the eyes of the Goddess of Sex. It amused her for some reason, that one said to be in control of lust, had been overtaken by her own... indeed, she might just write a treatise on that.

But before the start of anything new, Athena decided to document the strange occurrence in her life. After all, her rumored half-sister had just attempted to seduce her, failed, and then tried again, only to be rejected. It was far from the most mundane thing she'd ever documented, and beat the time when Hera's favorite gown had caught fire (Hephaestus was to blame, obviously) by more than a million. With her pen dipped in fresh ink, Athena stared at an unmarked scroll of paper, deciding to label it just for occasions like these...

"Unwise Desires
I. Aphrodite, the Goddess of Lust and Desire, the ruler of men's hearts and woman's envy, and the seducer of nearly every being in Olympus... Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, has taken a liking to me."

And that, was the first time...

A/N: This is going to be a bit of a side project for me. Not all that serious, but perhaps a little more quick on the updates because of that.

Anyways, do let me know of what you guys think of it so far, whether you'd like a second installment or not... General critiques, blah blah blah, you know what I'm talking about.

Hope you're looking forward to the misadventures of this interesting pair,
~ScarletDrizzle